I was taken by the boss of the enemy camp [Transmigration Book]

When Qiao Xie entered the porridge shed, Guan Xiaoxian was pinching an unknown number of steamed buns in his hand, his movements were smooth and smooth, and his fingers were flying like flying, repeating the movements of pinching the skin, scooping the stuffing, and pinching the edges.Guessing that it was almost time to put the steamed buns in the steamer, he dipped his hands in some water and emptied the steamed buns into the empty space.

As he was busy with work, a dark hand reached directly towards the steaming steamed buns in the steamer, and when he caught sight of it from his spare time, he quickly stretched out his hand to stop him:

"What?!"

"What else can I do?"

The familiar voice came to his ears, and Guan Xiaoxian's mind was immediately pulled back into his body. He raised his head and stared at the person in front of him with wide eyes.

As if Qiao Xie didn't see his surprised expression at all, he said calmly:

"I'll eat a bun."

After finishing speaking, while Guan Xiaoxian was in a daze, he pushed away his hand, reached into the steamer and squeezed a bun.

"……Be careful!"

Seeing the steamed stuffed bun in his hand was still smoking, Guan Xiaoxian hurriedly reminded him like he had just woken up from a dream, but Qiao Xie didn't seem to feel the heat at all, so he stuffed the steamed stuffed bun into his mouth, chewed a few hastily, and swallowed it down.

Seeing Qiao Xie frowning and opening his mouth to let out a breath of white air, Guan Xiao Xian suddenly became agitated, pulled Qiao Xie and shouted:

"What are you doing! Do you want to be scalded to death?!"

"It's not that hot!" Qiao Xie said, smacking her lips, and said, "The taste is okay."

Guan Xiaoxian didn't listen to him, and took Qiaoxie's hand close to his eyes. Looking around, he found that the steaming steamed stuffed bun not only wiped off a piece of dust from Qiaoxie's palm, but also burned his calloused fingers. It was reddish, and there was no damage at all.Guan Xiaoxian turned his head to look at the table, the steamer was filled with snow-white and soft steamed buns, but there was an abrupt space in the center, and the skins of the steamed buns on both sides were also covered with dust, which stood out in a pot of good white noodles .

Guan Xiaoxian silently picked up the dusty buns with long chopsticks, piled them all up in front of Qiao Xie, and said coldly:

"You dirty, you eat clean."

With a smile in his eyes, Qiao Xie picked up another one and ate it.

Guan Xiaoxian was not in the mood to make buns at the moment, so he moved to Qiao Xie's side and asked:

"How did you come?"

Qiao Xie squinted at him: "Didn't you hear the golden sound of soldiers retreating outside?"

The tube is quiet and speechless.

In the porridge shed, he only heard the killing sound at the beginning, and it was too late to be frightened, so how could he tell what sound was mixed in it?

Seeing Qiao Xie eating happily, Guan Xiaoxian looked like he wanted to bury his head in the steamer, and he expected that their battle would go well, so he couldn't help but ask again:

"We won? Bei Rong was repelled?"

"Nonsense." Qiao Xie swallowed a mouthful of buns, and gave Guan Xiaoxian a funny look, "If we don't win, they will definitely be the first to take my head off. You can still see me now?"

Guan Xiaoxian immediately felt relieved: "It's fine if you fight back, it's fine if you fight back..."

Guan Xiaoxian, who had lingering fear in his heart, let out a long breath, and did not notice that Qiao Xie's expression on the side suddenly became strange.

Qiao Xie squeezed a bun with each hand and stuffed it into his mouth non-stop, but at this moment his gaze had already turned from the steamer to the hands that were holding the hem of his clothes.

Guan Xiaoxian's hands are already fair. Today, after working in the porridge shed for a long time, the palms and backs of the hands are covered with fine white flour, which makes them look more delicate. Even the round fingernails are pink and tender, and they are shining delicately. The luster was pinched on Qiao Xie's dusty clothes, forming a sharp contrast.

But at this time, those hands were pinching the corners of his clothes and shaking like buns.

Qiaoxie watched as Guan Xiaoxian pulled the hem of his clothes unconsciously from left to right, and then from right to left. He kept his mouth open and asked:

"What are you doing?"

Guan Xiaoxian didn't know why, so he followed Qiaoxie's line of sight, and when he lowered his head, he realized that he had unconsciously mistook the hem of the other's clothes for a bun.

Guan Xiaoxian hastily let go, coughed dryly, stepped aside, and turned his head uncomfortably, just in time to see Aunt Wang coming with a beaming face, carrying drawers of steamers onto the cart.

"Little Guan, don't be too busy! Bei Rong has retreated, and these steamed stuffed buns and porridge are enough, and we have to send them to the city defenders as soon as possible. Do you want to go with us?" Aunt Wang asked enthusiastically.

Guan Xiaoxian looked at Qiao Xie, who was eating too much, shook his head and refused.

Aunt Wang didn't care, she moved all the steamers to the cart and was about to leave when she suddenly turned her head and looked at Qiao Xie with some doubts.

Qiao Xie didn't panic at all, and let the opponent look at him openly - he had been fighting with Bei Rong for a long time, his body was covered in plaster, and his face was not spared, and he couldn't see his original appearance at all.

Seeing that Aunt Wang was only looking at Qiao Xie, Guan Qingxian asked, "What's wrong, Auntie?"

"Huh? Oh, it's nothing."

Aunt Wang replied, and slowly pushed the cart full of cages outside.

Guan Qingxian was wondering, so she heard Aunt Wang's voice drifting into her ears:

"It looks familiar, whose family is this little soldier..."

Guan Xiaoxian: "..."

After everyone left, only Guan Xiaoxian and Qiao Xie were left in the porridge shed.

Although he had nothing to do, seeing Qiao Xie still gobbled it up, looking extremely hungry, he couldn't help but asked Qiao Xie some of the gossip he heard when he was making buns:

"It's not that Bei Rong hasn't come to Pingyao City for a long time, why did they suddenly attack the city again today?"

Qiao Xie stopped and snorted coldly: "A dog can't change eating shit."

"...can you change the description?"

Guan Xiaoxian silently turned his eyes away, and couldn't bear to look directly at Commander Qiao who was eating steamed buns. After a while, he couldn't help frowning and said worriedly:

"But we only arrived yesterday, and the Beirong invaded today. If they attack the city a few more times, when will we be able to return to Beijing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his shoulders suddenly sank.Guan Xiaoxian leaned to one side, hurriedly supported the stove to stand firm, turned his head, but saw Qiao Xie's arm resting on his shoulder, and the latter's eyes were burning.

"You think I'm made of clay, standing still and letting them attack the city?" Qiao Xie's mouth curled up, his eyes sparkled slightly, "Just wait and see, the next step, I'm going to enter their camp!"

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After the Bei Rong retreated, the people of Pingyao City gradually returned to their usual peaceful life, the gates of the city were still open, and the business continued, as if the great war that day had all disappeared like a bubble.

Although the panic in Xiaoxian's heart gradually dissipated, he also stopped thinking about carrying his burden and living in the Bingshi Datong shop - in case the Beirong attacked again and the army was chaotic, he and Fuxi, two weak chickens, had at least a [-]% chance May be trampled to death!The heavily guarded General's Mansion is the safest!

In this way, three or five days passed peacefully, and one morning, Guan Xian was half asleep and half awake, and once again enjoyed the "supervised wake-up service" by Commander Qiao.

The first time he woke up, his sight was completely occupied by Commander Qiao with a very malicious smile, Guan Xiaoxian actually refused in his heart.

However, Qiao Xie didn't wait for him to recover, so he waved his hand and muttered in disgust:

"When is it that you can still sleep so deeply? Are your brains left in the capital? Heishhou, and this little eunuch, why don't you hurry over to wash and change clothes for Uncle Guan? As the saying goes, ten temples would rather be demolished." If we don't ruin a marriage, we can't delay the auspicious time of General Ling and His Royal Highness the princess..."

While he was nagging, Fuxi and Heishhou had already pulled Guan Xiaoxian up from the bed, and were busy wrapping their clothes back and forth.

The two of them didn't raise their heads, and cooperated very tacitly.

Guan Xiaoxian was stunned when he heard that:

"Auspicious time, what auspicious time?"

Hearing this, Qiao Xie was obviously taken aback:

"You don't know? You didn't tell him?"

Hearing his words, Hei and Shou stopped their movements, and turned to Qiaoxie with two pairs of big black and white eyes:

"tell what?"

Josie: "..."

Commander Qiao looked at the three ignorant faces, and slapped his forehead helplessly:

"There have been lights and festoons outside for so many days, you should go out and have a look!"

"What's the matter?" Guan Qingxian was at a loss.

"Big wedding!" Qiao Xie took a deep breath, "General Ling and Princess Chengping are getting married today!"

"..."

Guan Xiaoxian was dazed for a while, his eyes slowly widened, and he exclaimed:

"What?!"

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Fuxi & Heishou: "Tell me what?"

Inner OS: We don’t know, and we dare not ask, what are we going to say?

The recent author could simply be renamed Miracle Lazy...